It feels good to die

Will they ever see the eyes that bleed to perceive,

Doubt feeds the sounds of shadows pouncing to grieve,

I wipe the tears of countless fears left for years,

Yet the infinite spark dims every passing day,

Dismay laced with hope yet it all falls away,

Fading and racing for answers that grow ever distant,

The faster you travel the farther they go,

Ever so long the pit echoes below,

A stark contrast to the pain in my grasp,

Hold on for dear life through slander and strife,

The edge of a knife gripped by my throat,

Don't choke for your words if you can't cope,

Struggling for air as I hang by the rope

The Sea

Random decision of mortal friction,

An angel a glimpse of pure volition,

Observe surroundings for clever sounding,

State that which I claim to be astounding,

A slight laugh I see the shot's path,

A direct hit but will charm cause submit,

Falter with the passing seconds I stumble descends,

Inaction feeds sorrow of the time left to borrow,

Will I die before the angel's spirit soar,

Fingers gone cold with no warmth to hold,

A heart withers sick no soul to join with,

What if I chose other words instead of obvious,

Apprehensive to reject yet I regret absence attempt,

Shake off the worry the fish are plenty,

Swimming for years to find open ears,

Clip my wings the angel finally sings,

But then I will wonder what this new life brings

Fraudulent

Thoughts flow as my will echoes below,

Release in surges like venom dirges,

Dip the tongue in wax pure syntax,

Slither so smooth like cold contacts,

Can't relax got beasts scopin my tracks,

Probin for weakness like illicit suspects,

Unless of course I evade all scrutiny,

Vanish from reality victimless cruelty,

Surely I'll stumble with constant rumble,

Tipsy from the outlets that cause mumble,

Stop to freeze an alarm on the breeze,

Race through options with heart sieze,

Can't relate all topics stagnate,

Purge the hate with a fine tooth comb,

Whether wicked or a saint die alone

Cliffhanger

Climbing the frozen mountain slow,

Steps sink surely softly in snow,

Pace creeps late a will shallow,

Brace for avalanche with death shadow,

Approach the peak but it forms a chasm,

Jump the cliff born free phantasm,

Law will state the line must snap,

Leap too short to bridge the gap,

Tumble in darkness with no foothold,

Reach for release from grip so cold,

A shooting star fallen to earth,

For once was gold now has no worth

42

So long and thanks for all the fish,

Fly through space a hitchhiker's wish,

A guide for the universe a trusty towel,

Some deep thought ponder life's trial,

Don't panic no matter what you do,

The meaning of life is number forty-two